Reblogged from DEPRESSION: my muse:
this may or may not enhance your reading pleasure.
I dread sun rise.
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Spanish moss hung from trees like the raggedy dress on that old hag from up the line.
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The swamp on the other side of the plantation always haunted me. Thick, bottom heavy cypress standing like sentries warned me of the dark places where a little boy could get missing.

